I write it on a page:
My thoughts, love and desires
And then I know it will never happen.
I stop writing and crumple it up,
Tear it into pieces which flutter on the floor.
It tears my heart to see what I can't have;
My love is deceiving and so is my writing.
It's painful to know that my effort is wasted.
Torn away just like an unwanted letter-
A letter that I would address to you.